1. The pot boils in the furnace of the steamer
The south mourns for it and the north yearns

2. Alas, the birds cannot distract him with their chirping
And its bitterness wets the dripping honeycomb

3. Like the son of Milaah, his resolve does not waver
He always longs and asks about Layla

4. O you who blame him, you have watered the saplings of grief
Stop, when the tender branches have become rough

5. How much Himaan remembered zeal and established it
And made it dwell, and infatuated love made it settle

6. And his eyes brimmed with tears, or nearly
For a love that brings joy to souls and completes them

7. And gives generously, and curse the one
Who does not give the precious and the exquisite and is stingy

8. For the sake of his homeland and love of his country
This one has not lived a wasted life

9. Yearning, here he is while darkness descends
Yearning in its wings, complaining

10. Thirsty, and memories are whispering calls
That stir his affectionate heart and draw from it

11. Dreams flutter over his eyelids
Like magic, and passionate love protects them

12. He dreams and sends the breeze as his messenger
With a kiss, he almost melts into it

13. Of theaters, playgrounds, meadows
And watering places where the perfect ones gathered

14. Visions have swirled and embraced their ghosts
And descended upon him in the valley of al-Karaa

15. And passion has stamped his mind
With images, so let him stay engrossed imagining

16. Winged images with the feathers of his imagination
That seduce, ponder in the imagination, and accept

17. From them flashed sweet memories
White, which he tells as stories that lead

18. Hopes surrounded it with intoxication and wishes
And drew near, so he almost embraced and kissed

19. And there his playground, and this is the house
And here are loved ones who said farewell, here

20. He left, and went away singing their beauty
Delighted, when he listens with the ear of his imagination

21. And illusion dictates, and affection records
And fervor shakes in the depths of his soul

22. And longing plays music, and the heart sings along
So he plucked a flute for it and a poet sang

23. And leaves rustled, and a stream babbled
A mother wondered and remembered, and a father prayed

24. And a soul brother wished well, and a gathering affirmed
A sister asked, and a young girl called

25. And all of them, he is a part of their beauty
A world of illusions he was briefly lost in

26. And returned, his heart fluttering
Hopeful, unaware of an entrance

27. To his heart, but he is valiant so he enters
He defeated doubts with his resolve and certainty

28. And the whispers that burn and kill
So listen, O you who praise a homeland

29. In his wings it has the highest place
My homeland, I would sacrifice life and blood for you, be safe and good

30. For the doves of nearby peace will soon alight
And glory in your name, O sanctified land

31. And pride shouts and time rejoices